Shedding Its Own Light

 

Those April showers
Alleged to come my way
Arrived in mid-May.

 

 In the gray morning,
Talking downstairs with Erin
Makes me feel less gray.

Early morning mist
Shrouds the distant mountain tops;
Two birds guard the wire.

Pink cloud in the mist:
Flower peeks out from the bush,
Shedding its own light.

Waterfall crashing
Just off the side of the road
Makes bubbled music.

Hanging by itself,
Dead leaf refuses to fall;
No one pushes it.

Sun breaking slowly
Coaxes its light to the road.
Tree drops fall on me.

Subaru passes;
I wave to windshield statue.
(That's all who I know.)